THEqueuessette

by JarlQ

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Limited run split cassette EP, featuring Jarl Q on one side and Rob Q on the other. The tape packaging folds out into a two sided, full color mini-poster. Tracks listed for download are compositions from Jarl Q's side only. To order the full 6 track album on cassette tape, visit glwmbl.bandcamp.com/album/queuesette

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released May 1, 2010

Jarl Sonkin- Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica, Percussion
Rob Wintour- Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Alexander Goldman- Backing Vocals, Percussion, Engineering, Production
Adam Ibrahim- Art Direction
Ashley Williams- Cover Photography
Lisa Hale- Insert Photography
Ianissimo McKenzie- Poster Artwork

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Track Name: Soccer Puck
I feel unkempt
Don’t want or need no cigarette
We’ll share one square, four corners
This side-your side
My side and theirs
There’s bound to be a point where we’ll break even
Even though I don’t know where
“I” is “my” friend
Please pass more bread
I’ve toasted most of what’s good
From the oven
Of au naturale appeal
Peel me a banana, Diana
Dying to be your Al
uh-lal, lal, lal, lal,lal, la,la,la, la, la,
Call me Alvis

It’s not in his sock
It’s not in my pocket, ooh
I just like the skunk
So spare me your junkie, you

Now, I feel up-tempo
In a redirect
We’ll fry our insides to finally
Have no gun
Held to our heads
Hetzl’s bringing back a pretzel bag
Bagged ‘specially for the Queens
I "bee" insect
Give me credit
I’ve tried to inscribe my thought-crimes
Into a card
That I thought you’d accept
Except now I can’t American Express it
It’s inexpressible
Uh-waaal, uh-waaa waaa, waaa, waal, uh-waaa waaa, uh-waaa, waaa, waal, wall
A wall, it's a wall, a wall

It’s not in my sock
It’s not in his pocket, ooh
The plumber you plucked
Won’t lend me a bucket, eww

I’m gonna steal your song
I’m gonna steal your vote
I’m gonna steal your goal (duh!)
I wanna steal your soul back
Track Name: Whicheverwon
Stones, stones, stones from dinosaurus bones,
They put this goat
Inside my throat

Clones, clones, clones of bitter left unknowns,
They cloud my sea
So viciously

Home, home, home yet through the clouds still shone,
Or shined, or shunned
Whichever one

Whicheverwon
That’s the one
And whichever won
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the…

Moan, moan, moan, It’s all I can do b’sides zone,
But I don’t care
I’m self-aware

Sown, sown, sown, tethered am I can’t roam,
So I’m glad your face
Breathes outer-space

Snow, snow, snow, that was your favorite show,
Or she, or shoe…
A pair or two?

And a pair of ones
That’s one-one
And whichever won
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the one
That’s the…

Phone, phone, phone me, when you plan on going,
Still glad your face
Breathes outer-space
I’m glad your face
Breathes outer-space
So glad your face
Breathes outer-space
Track Name: Whether Baby
“Take a sip, because…"
It’s harder to sink a stone!
"Bring three ships, because…"
I hear that’s how it’s going down!
She licked my lips,
She says I "don’t want to be alone"

But,
“She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand”
Awe
She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn

“Listen closely, or else I don’t think you’ll understand"
No!
"Change your clothes, dear”
I said, Is that how you measure a man’s soul?
She pinched my nose,
She says I "don’t wanna be a ghost"

But,
“She is a weather vain, Hiding in the sand”
Aww
She is a Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn

Ate that shit, because I wanted to be alone
Changed my clothes, and now I feel like a goddamn ghost
She holds me close,
She says I "don’t wannabe unknown"

And it’s hard,
I know
To be un/It’s the un,
Unknown
But you think that it’s/Can you please get it,
To go
But it's hard, hard, hard,
We know

“She is a weather vein, Hiding in the sand”
Ahh
She is our Whether Baby, She don’t give a damn

“She is a weather vane, Hiding in the sand”
Nah
She‘s our own whether baby, she don’t give a damn